Monday, September 30, 2013

Hysteria

Awais Aftab

(after an incident in the hospital)

Three buxom nurses
wrestled
and I struggled, befuddled
You, who held on to my white-coat
as if your life depends on it
You frail little thing,
what tenacity you have in your fingers
what vacuous desire in your eyes

2 comments:

F. said...

The course has definitely had a very positive impact on your own style of poetry. This is riveting!

Awais Aftab said...

@ F

Thank you! Yeah! I am glad to realize that the poet in me is not yet dead.

 

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